[The motion snaps Sans out of it, stirring him from where his train of thought was currently rocketing off the rails. Presumably headed for a fiery wreck, if the tension in his jaw was anything to go by.
Looking up at Papyrus, that tension might as well be gone. That is, unless you know exactly what to look for. Slight creases under the sockets, a a forced placidity, and a faraway look in his eye that couldn't quite seem to refocus.]
Right, awesome. [His grin grows a bit.] Sorry, it's just a trip being back.
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Looking up at Papyrus, that tension might as well be gone. That is, unless you know exactly what to look for. Slight creases under the sockets, a a forced placidity, and a faraway look in his eye that couldn't quite seem to refocus.]
Right, awesome. [His grin grows a bit.] Sorry, it's just a trip being back.